EXCUSE ME @ddyskz HOW DARE YOU TO DO THIS TO ME. AS IF I’M NOT ALREADY DELULU FOR THIS MAN 🫠🫠🫠

EXCUSE ME @ddyskz HOW DARE YOU TO DO THIS TO ME. AS IF I’M NOT ALREADY DELULU FOR THIS MAN 🫠🫠🫠 brb screaming in my pillow for the next hours…

Apologies if this sounds aggressive but,

PLEASE can I request big dick!Chan with a MASSIVE breeding and bulge kink. I cannot and will not live.

I got way too into this prompt🫠🫠thank you for this holy fuck warnings:18+mdni, lots of "tiny cunt talk", chan is borderline aggressive, primal talk, breeding, talk of pregnancy belly, he loves her womb etc, hairpulling, unprotected sex and creampie obv

wc: 1.8k

Smut below the cut!!

You notice him biting his nails and fidgeting, hard. His black jeans are strained against his frame, his black t shirt threatening to rip at the biceps from how he's contracting and flexing.

"Channie? What's wrong?" you say, letting your eyes lock onto his. He's staring into space, his knee bouncing a little faster with each breathe he lets out of his curled mouth.

He stands abruptly, like the seat has suddenly gotten hot and he's gathered that energy to stride over to you. As he's now vertical, his zipper has already come undone one third of the way down from his cock fighting to get out.

You gulp thinking of his thick veins pulsing behind those jeans, his tip angry and red. It's not an odd occurrence for his lust to conflate with his primal need to own you.

You watch him intently as he targets you with his narrowed eyes. He's huffing out air, his ears blood red - he's looking like he's going to explode.

"I need to breed you. Now." It comes out in a growl as his hands tuck into little fists; not like he's mad, but like he's so close to letting go any self-control he has.

"Channie we're just about to leave," you say, keeping your position on the couch but curling your fingers into your thighs at the sight of him essentially foaming at the mouth. You knew you wouldn't win this tug of war, and there wasn't anything you wanted more right now than to lose.

"Not in that dress before I pump you full of cum." His words shouoldn't catch you off guard but they do. You grip the cushions behind you leaning back as he looms tall over you.

He sinks one hand onto the plush couch right by your hip. You can smell the mix of cologne and pheromones toxifying your bloodstream. "Don't you want me to make you a mommy? Huh? Full of me until you grow another me?"

He chuckles at your reaction as your thighs clamp together.

"Not gonna stop until it sticks baby, you know that right? When I get you in there, if it doesn't take now, tonight your cunt is going to be sore because we're going until it sticks. Even if it takes all...night." He's leaned to your ear now, your chest heaving with anticipation.

He straightens once more, his pants straining like they're going to bust open from his cock. That zipper has traveled further down now, the stretch from his cock not only visible as protruding outwards but is also reaching sideways for both of his thighs. He reaches out his large hand for you to take as he pulls you up, guiding you towards the hallway.

"Babygirl my seed is gonna explode out of me any second now, it needs to fill your fertile little cunt," he growls, guiding your hips toward the bedroom.

You stumble aside, your legs feeling like jelly as his words finally catch up to you, alerting the primal need in you - that need to be filled, to be claimed.

He tugs at the delicate strap of your dress as he's pinned you to the wall now, the drywall cold against your exposed skin over your back.

"Channie you'll make me a mess, everyone will know," you say, leaning into his face, exchanging breaths as his hands roam your body.

"Everyone should know baby, that you're mine to breed, mine to fill up more and more every night until you're begging me to stop because you're slipping in my seed dripping out of you."

Your hand flies to your lower tummy, igniting something inside him that has his body press into yours. There's no separation between you two, only the keyhole of space separating your lips. Your fingers curl around the loops of his jeans

His lips crash onto yours in a hungry spell, his fingers trailing from up from your neck before sliding to tilt your chin towards him.

"Look at me baby."

"Channie, please."

He doesn't reply, simply pushes your dress off your shoulders, letting the soft fabric fall to the floor. He sinks to his knees, massaging, kissing, and licking your bare stomach. The feeling of his soft lips transforms your smooth skin to a pattern of bumpy chills.

"Fuck baby, I love your belly so much, I can't wait to see it swollen."

You feel your knees nearly give out once again at his words. You catch the wall behind you with your hand before he gets back to his feet.

"Babygirl let me see your tiny cunt try to take my cock, hm? Just let me pump you full before we leave."

Your fingers play with his zipper, but he doesn't flinch at your eagerness.

"Are you gonna ask baby? Say please?"

His hands wrap your waist, squeezing the skin covering your womb. He's cradling the area like it's the most fragile place in the world. "This," he says before marking the skin over your womb in a deep burgundy bruise. "This is magic." His eyes close as he gets lost in his own thoughts. "And it's mine to make full, isn't it?"

"Fuck Chan please breed me."

He exhales, shivering as the words escape your mouth.

Before you can catch your breath, he's whisked you into the near bedroom, tossing you onto the shared bed. You're propped on your elbows, tits bouncing as the bed springs shake your weight. A deep growl emanates from his throat as he stalks to the edge of the bed, fingers lingering at his zipper.

"Open up babygirl."

But you keep your legs pressed together, your cunt throbbing, desperate for constant relief.

Chan's long fingers finally unzip his pants, the sound making your mouth water.

He pushes his jeans down his thighs, discarding them along with his boxers, fast.

"It's big," you whisper, swallowing hard.

"Oh baby we're gonna do this again? You're nervous baby until I slide it in and then you never want me to pull it out hm?"

He climbs over you, his cock ghosting your cunt.

"These panties are soaked angel. Let's get them off."

Your panties are gone in an instant, your legs spread as far as they can go.

"Deep, please," you say.

"You want me deep baby? Want to see me in your little cunt? See my cock bulging out of you. Fuck." He's possessed by his own desire now, not wasting any more time, searching your body with his strong hands.

His thick tip looks menacing, your heart beating with excitement and the tiniest ounce of fear.

Chan's cock is red, his veins swollen just like you anticipated.

As you're lost in your own thoughts, he nudges the first inch of his tip in.

A pained excitement leaves your lips as his thickness threatens to swallow you whole.

"S-s-slow Channie s-slow!"

Another growl erupts from his chest. "Babygirl take a breath for me yeah? Just like every time."

You take a big inhale, exhaling just as deep as he sheathes in more of his cock. It never gets easier to take him and he can't seem to get enough of your face contorting as your back arches from the pleasured pain.

"That's it baby."

Your hands fly to his chest, scratching like you're digging to get out of a deep hole. A chuckle erupts from him.

"Look at that little cunt baby, look at me in your tummy."

You muster enough strength as he's pressing you hard into the mattress, to look down at your stomach, a bulge of his cock looking like it's going to erupt from your stomach. He pulls out, the mound disappearing with his cock, reappearing tenfold as he thrusts with more power this time.

"So fucking tiny for me, like I'm just gonna split you in two huh? Look at that bulge baby, that's where my cum is about to be."

He pulls out of your cunt again, triggering your body to undulate from the removal.

"So empty huh baby? Need cock?"

"N-need cock," you echo, as his tip connects to your opening like a magnet.

"Chan b-baby breed me." And with that, he bullies his cock back inside you, not paying any mind to your consecutive yelps. His eyes are reflecting dark fires into yours as he suddenly grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head back, your neck craning to look at him over you.

"Baby I've been saving up my seed all fucking day for this. This little cunt is gonna be flooded with me."

Chan rolls his hips deeper into yours, his heavy cock slamming into.

His face falls into your glistening neck as he huffs out, "you're gonna be fucking glowing with your belly swollen."

Your eyes are rolled into the back of your head, your cunt pulsing around him as you try to keep your orgasm away just a little bit longer.

"It's okay babygirl, cum on my cock like a good girl, don't you worry I'm not pulling out."

His words finally make you snap, your cunt seizing around his thickness, the tightness making him groan as if it's almost a painful squeeze.

"S-seed," is all you can say as your body is going through wave after wave of euphoria.

He watches your tummy inflate and conflate with his bulge as he speeds up his thrusts.

"Tiny, tiny breedable cunt, all fucking mine, all mine to make a mess of. M'gonna flood you babygirl."

His fingers grasp your nipple, squeezing and rolling it between his warm fingers.

"Relax that cunt baby so I can get my cum to stick, hm? You want it to stick, don't you?"

"Y-yes!" you scream, feeling your body buzz from the pleasure that's threatening to paralyze you. "Breed me n-now." You start to shake as your eye releases a tear. "Please Channie g-give me your seed, let it grow inside me."

"Fuck, babygirl m'cumming." He moans long and hard as he gives you deep thrusts of his cum spilling out into you. It feels like a flood of viscous liquid has just filled you to the brim, like it's going to leak out in bucketsful.

"Oh no, no, babygirl it's trying to escape," he says in feigned worry, kneeling at your spent cunt. His forehead is shining with his afterglow as his fingers trace your cunt. Your body jerks at the sensitivity of your puffy cunt, but your body is too tired to carry you anywhere.

His fingers begin scooping up the overflow of his seed, plunging it back into you. Your walls are plush and forgiving from the intense stretch it just endured.

"Keep it in there baby don't let it out. I'll know that at the party, you're carrying me inside you."